Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 10

Shouxian Tower.

When Duan Lin entered the private room, the originally noisy room suddenly became quiet.

For such a beautiful woman to meet a group of ignorant teenagers, it is inevitable that people will be distracted.

What's more, Duan Lin's wealth is extraordinary, and she has awakened the ice attribute of the heavenly spirit root. She is a proper daughter of heaven, and even the second son of Zhao's third son in Zhao's business company should respect her a little.

"Go to see that person?"

Zhao Yunlong patted the girl next to him who had just stepped in for him, and signaled her to get out of the way.

Although Lin Xin is unwilling, everyone and immortals are divided into three or six or nine ranks, and she doesn't deserve her position, so she can't just occupy the magpie's nest at will.

"En." Duan Lin nodded slightly, and she really walked to Zhao Yunlong and sat down.

"Just a kid who burns charcoal, what's there to pay attention to."

As a teenager, Sun Shuyi was not as gentle and polite as the others.

Before his parents gave birth to him in the early years, they asked a blind man to show him, saying that this baby must be a material for studying in the future, so the word "shuyi" was exchanged for [-] Wen.

At first, Sun Shuyi's parents also felt that the money was worth it, but as he grew up, they shouted that he was fooled!
Well-behaved fourteen or five-year-old, but born with cheeks all over his face, he went to the street with his parents, and was often recognized as a brother.

"It turns out that he was a charcoal seller and thought he was born this way." Duan Lin lowered her head and groaned, no wonder her hands were so black.

However, if it weren't for these hands, she wouldn't pay attention to such a mortal boy with no air.

"You recognize him?" Zhao Yunlong looked at Sun Shuyi.

This young man, who looked like he could be his uncle, was respectful at the moment, "Yes, Mr. Zhao... real man, my family bought carbon from him."

Sun Shuyi lives on Guangda Street!

"Oh."

Let's stop talking about Feng Ping. To them, the pride of heaven, is he just a mortal?

If the interest arises, they will kill at will.

This is also the privilege of immortals!

Inherit the law of the Great Xia!

"Zhao Zhenren, why can't I understand the "Twelve Methods of Qi Refining"?"

Lin Xin lifted off her pure white sable jacket, took out from her bosom the exercises given out by Deng Xiange the day before yesterday, deliberately walked to Zhao Yunlong's side, opened it and asked.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yunlong did not answer, but glanced at Duan Lin beside him.

"The real person said that different spiritual roots correspond to different exercises, and these twelve methods naturally correspond to twelve kinds of spiritual roots, but these are all basic methods, and they can be cultivated up to the fifth level of Qi Refining."

Duan Lin opened her teeth slightly and explained for everyone.

"Fairy, there are twelve kinds of spiritual roots?"

"That's right, among the twelve kinds of spiritual roots, there is a relationship between birth and restraint. Whether it's a skill or a technique, the living can practice it, and the restraining one is taboo!"

"What kind of relationship is there?"

"Stop, although Fairy Duan has some immortals practicing in Mingle Palace because of her family background, it's better not to ask some questions."

Zhao Yunlong opened his mouth, so naturally no one would be ignorant.

Lin Xin wrapped up her sable jacket and returned to her seat angrily.

A group of elegant teenagers and beautiful girls exchanged cups, exchanged cups, chatted back and forth, and time flew by.

It has been an hour in a blink of an eye.

What business does Shouxianlou do, how could they not know?

After eating this meal at noon, those who should go will go, those who should not go will choose a private room, warm two pots of small wine, and wait for the lights to come on, listening to the Yaoqin under the moon.

Naturally, these quasi-immortals don't know how to listen to the music, so how could the phoenix be with the chicks?
Walking out of the Immortal Shou Tower, the handsome young men were about to go their separate ways when they happened to see Feng Ping who had threatened Hu Yiqiang and was about to return to Guangda Street.

The blood-stained dagger was pinned to his waist, and the bottle of poison that would kill on contact was placed in the middle of the jacket.

Duan Lin didn't expect to see this young carbon seller again, but at this moment, she had lost interest in Feng Ping.

She only glanced at it, then looked away.

But it was this one look that was seen in the eyes of caring people.

Feng Ping naturally noticed this group of people.

At the entrance of the huge vegetable market, because of the third day of the first lunar month, there are only a few pedestrians on the street, let alone such a group?
He is not blind.

However, if you want to go back, you can only pass through the Shouxian Tower again, so this is a coincidence, and it is not a coincidence.

Taking a quick glance, Feng Ping, wrapped in a jacket, walked past the group of people.

Zhao Tianyun winked at Sun Shuyi, and after the latter understood it, he walked shoulder to shoulder with Duan Lin towards the private courtyard at home.

Feng Ping quickly noticed the matter of being followed, and one of them was an old acquaintance.

In the early years, he often went to the city with his parents to sell charcoal. This strange-looking young man was impressive.

As for the other one?

Feng Ping didn't know him anymore, it seems that he should have followed Sun Shuyi to build his courage.

Deliberately speeding up his pace, he walked around two alleys.

He doesn't want to cause trouble!

However, the latter two seemed to be following him.

Just like this, I still stare at him!
Still a little bit to catch up with the trend!
"Hey."

Feng Ping sighed, got into an alley, and stopped at the corner.

When Sun Shuyi and Guo Ran saw the person disappearing, they immediately quickened their pace, but within a few steps, a voice came from behind.

"Brother Sun, I didn't push a carbon cart this time." Feng Ping said with a hint of bitterness.

Why is it like this in the city?

It's only been two days since I've been here, and I haven't met a good person!

Before Sun Shuyi could speak, Guo Ran stepped forward and punched him.

"You little brat, you don't want your eyes anymore, do you?"

Feng Ping, who had been prepared for a long time, dodged sideways.

He never thought that such a vulgar scene would happen to him.

But after thinking about it, in this world, immortals are immortals, but are people still human?
Master Chi Lian randomly crushed seven people to death, and no one jumped out to say no!

These two quasi-immortals beat themselves up, what's wrong with that?
For Sun Shuyi and Guo Ran, it really wasn't a problem, but for Feng Ping, it was a big problem!

"You still dare to hide?"

Guo Ran didn't expect that this mortal in front of him would dare to hide?

"Two, I think it's better to forget."

While speaking, Feng Ping pulled out the dagger from his clothes, and Hu Yiqiang's blood was still on the dagger!
"You! Did you kill someone?!" Sun Shuyi said in horror.

boom!
Guo Ran didn't care about daggers or not, so he took advantage of Feng Ping's unpreparedness and punched him in the face!

With this punch, his face was numb for a while, and at the same time, he subconsciously swung the dagger in his hand, directly pulling out a hole in the opponent's wrist.

Blood flowed.

How could Guo Ran have been wronged like this?

What's more, he is now a quasi-immortal cultivator!
"You die for me! Fight with me!"

Seeing this, Sun Shuyi no longer had any concerns, and the hot-blooded boy's Wang Baquan began to greet Feng Ping.

If alone, he might still be able to parry.

But it happened to be two people, in addition, both of them had drawn their breath into their bodies, and their fists and kicks were even more terrifying!

Feng Ping hugged his head with his left hand, squatted down, and stretched his right hand into his bosom to hold the porcelain bottle tightly.

"Hit! Hit him to death, we are immortals, it's okay to kill him!"

After Guo Ran finished speaking, Feng Ping obviously felt his fists getting heavier.

He took a deep breath, ignored the pain from his head, put his left hand into his bosom, pulled out the cork, covered his head with his jacket, and threw out the porcelain bottle with his hand!

boom!
Accompanied by the sound of the porcelain bottle falling to the ground, Sun Shuyi and Guo Ran's heart-piercing howls came from Feng Ping's ears.

However, the sound only lasted for a few seconds before stopping abruptly.

Feng Ping squatted on the ground and waited for a long time. After the liquid in the bottle was completely dispersed, he took off his jacket and threw it on the ground.

The cold wind sent chills down his spine.

He touched his back, feeling a pain.

On the ground, the two corpses remained motionless.

Feng Ping looked at himself, then at them, and said with a wry smile:

"On the third day of the first lunar month, avoid traveling."

(End of this chapter)